I am a dancer.
I twirl, leap, and spin.
I jump, pirouette, and tap.
I am a dancer.
I feel pain and fear.
I feel defeat and failure.
Yet, I keep going.

I smile, I practice, I perform.
I have grace and beauty.
I do not dance because I am happy,
I am happy because I dance.
I hear the applause.
I perform and do my best.
Sometimes I fail.
I don't give up.

For I am a dancer.
I am brave and strong.
I dance not for fame and glory.
But for how I feel inside.
I am happiness, joy, love, and excitement.
Strife, talent, joy.
Determination and beauty.
I am a dancer.
~Author unknown~

“Seen from the wings,
a ballerina's life is made-up
of sheer physical misery relieved
only by the euphoria of performance.
Physical agony is a normal thing backstage
and arouses the awe and pity only of outsiders
unused to its sight.”~Author Unknown~